Character: Jose Cardenas (Jose Cardenas)

We fly like blackbirds on the orange groves, hovering in the warm wind. When we run, we own the land. It's ours. We speak the language of birds. We are no longer immigrants. Not a stupid Mexican. When we run, our spirit flies. We speak with the gods. When we run, we are gods.
We fly like blackbirds through the orange groves floating on a warm wind. When we run, we own the earth. The land is ours. We speak the birds' language. Not immigrants no more. Not stupid Mexicans. When we run, our spirits fly. We speak to the gods. When we run, we are the gods.